To be honest, I spent most of the day puttering around the house on a variety of work and home projects that piled up last week. It turns out that I did not have a case of influenza, but rather a recurrent and particularly nasty case of Salmonellosis, a bug I possibly caught at Charles DeGaulle Airport in mid-August.

And then there was the whole fantasy football dealio, which gnaws at me throughout NFL Sundays.

Thus, it is with morbid curiosity that I will be watching the stock markets tomorrow. I am not one to cheer for a financial panic, but the chaos certainly makes for riveting entertainment, provided that the collapsing banks do not hold any of the retirement monies my wife and I have stashed away in the past decade.